I was wondering if Zoe knew what I was feeling. She talked in
great detail of Fentons passion for pasta and his 6 months living in
Italy; she went on to order lasagne, fettuccini and spaghetti with meat sauce
along with two bottles of Orvieto Classico. Without asking, Fenton
ordered on my behalf the six-layer lasagne, two layers of ricotta cheese and
roasted garlic, all topped with mozzarella cheese and covered with meat sauce.
The waiter offered me another bottle of wine, it was really good wine. Since I
had not eaten anything all day, the wine went straight to my head and soon I
was feeling pretty good.
Whilst leaving the restaurant, somewhere near the East college
station, Zoe staggers off to a club; I make my way towards the cemetery
somewhere near Texas Avenue South to buy some pot. According to Fenton a
cemetery is the ideal place for a drug deal.
A peaceful and visually pleasing atmosphere
Im waiting for Chad Towers an ex-employee
of the Texas anti-drug task force. Allegedly back in the 80s he lead the task
force that gained a bad name when it participated in the widely criticized drug
raids in Tulia. He miraculously escaped a prison sentence for shooting two
students in a confrontation during a pre-dawn raid. The first kid he shot had
no class drugs but had a concealed weapon. Eventually he appears. Hes
steely eyed & greasy looking. Dont let his looks fool you; his father
was a wealthy Wall Street playboy whose girlfriend, Lauren, dumped him after he
lost his job to a recreational drug problem.
Feeling awkward I spark up a conversation.
Have you any competition around here?
Half stoned he replies:
Gangs can be a problem, they battle back and forth over
their neighbourhoods in an attempt to lay claim to larger and larger areas. A
gangs turf can be anything from a lousy alley behind a store to a
graveyard. When they talk about controlling these areas, what they mean is
controlling the narcotics sales in those areas.
I thought a simple yes or no would
Have I seen you around college?
Im the campus drug dealer; I combine studies with
the lucrative and at times dangerous job of supplying the vices of my fellow
students, you see its a numbers game, the more street corners you
control, the more transactions you can do. This results in turf wars, which are
often the cause of drive-by shootings. Most of the guys you go up against
somehow seem to get shot up to heck and back and they still survive, but the
guy who drives around the street, sitting looking cool in his BMW gets hit by a
stray round and that kills him. Luck of the draw I suppose.
So its all about luck, numbers and turf?
Yeah, luck, numbers and turf, at least 5 or 6 kids
around here drink or buy some drugs on any given weekend. A number of their
friends overdose on meth or e. A number of my top clients are those
18-year-old daddies girls on Valium, xanx, oxycontin and the classic
methadone. Some kids can get a bit pushy.
What do you mean?
At any given moment they end up shooting at each other.
I mean, one night I heard shots, then I heard one of them scream
Ive been fucking it! so then of course I ran over and started
immediately applying pressure.
So you tried to save a life.
Oh no! Not that kind of pressure, I told her she still
owed me for some acid tabs, I helped myself to her purse and took what cash she
had and threatened her for the extra $170. By one account, on that night 12 to
15 shots were fired. Fortunately only that one teen was hit. There were
numerous eye witnesses to the shooting but they were all either armed or loaded
up on crack, so you can understand why they didnt volunteer any
So do you have people working for you?
Dealers can sell the drugs themselves, or they can hire
local dealers and the carry out transactions on the main dealers street
Who do you work for?
Fuck off man! I am the main dealer, people ask for my
permission to sell on my corners, they come by every week and pay 70% of what
they make. If they dont like it or dont pay well, wed rough
them up or clip em.
Why a grave yard?
I just like being in these weird, deathlike places,
theyre kind of aesthetic looking and if in the event someone pulls a fast
one, well, Id simple ask where theyd like to be buried it pretty
much freaks the fuck out of them.
Do you live around here?
I usually sleep in the car, I dont sleep or eat
all that well, now can we end this fucking interrogation? I mean, just because
you know a few people Im not telling you anymore shit.
Ive got my stash and heading towards the club. Its
one of those chic celebrity haunts, where gaining entrance requires at least an
academy award nomination. Tonight its featuring a new band called
Spastic Sound Wave a house/techno group.
Im sat with some
people who I vaguely know; some guy called Miles is talking to me.
So it was only yesterday I heard that Sean spent the
evening here at this club going on about his dead girlfriend. In the early
hours of this morning, which is like today, he was rushed to Saint Georges
Medical Centre, he was pronounced dead at 2.30am, I mean how fucking bad is
He has this frozen traumatized look on his face, waiting for a
I mumble something along the lines of Yeah, thats pretty